There Is No Friendship That Cares About

It Is The Infirmity Of Our Nature Always To Believe Ourselves Much More Unhappy Than Those Who Groan By Our Sides!

For The Happy Man Prayer Is Only A Jumble Of Words, Until The Day When Sorrow Comes To Explain To Him The Sublime Language By Means Of Which He Speaks To God.

What A Fool I Was, Not To Tear My Heart Out On The Day When I Resolved To Revenge Myself!

And Now, Farewell To Kindness, Humanity And Gratitude... I Have Substituted Myself For Providence In Rewarding The Good; May The God Of Vengeance Now Yield Me His Place To Punish The Wicked.

Your Bitter Memories Still Have Time To Turn Into Sweet Ones.